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i enjoy the pennsylvania shows
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[video description: a video of a baby fox playing in a graveyard. end description.]
its okay babe i know things are pretty bad but one day a baby fox will frolick over our bones. the rubble, the decay, the decline....it will all be beautiful again
From a poetry collection by Mary Oliver, where after a hundred poems showcasing gentle observations on nature and animals, she hits you with this:
[image id: photo of a book page with the following poem:
Of The Empire
We will be known as a culture that feared death and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity for the few and cared little for the penury of the many. We will be known as a culture that taught and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke little if at all about the quality of life for people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All the world, in our eyes, they will say, was a commodity. And they will say that this structure was held together politically, which it was, and they will say also that our politics was no more than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of the heart, and that the heart, in those days, was small, and hard, and full of meanness.
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I finished the quilt I’m gifting to my daughter. She is having her first baby., I have not washed this yet. It still has chaulk lines. I am pleased how this turned out.
[id: a photo of a quilt. It shows a scene of looking out a thick, ornate window to see the USS Enterprise flying next to the moon. Space is mottled with greens and blues. /end id]
Shohreh Aghdashloo on how she loves cursing in The Expanse.
How dare she be so adorable.
impulse purchase? impulse purchase? i pulse purchae? impulse ourchase? i pulse pkrcgae? imphbsi pufccjBeev? impudlwe pufxjjabwvv?
Goatsong, Leila Chatti
“Call Me Maybe” with every other beat removed
YOU’RE STUBBORN, JEANS STOLEN, NIGHT ROWING
THINK YOU’RE BABY?
HEY AND YOU, AMAZING, BUT YOMBER, SO CLAYBE
my gf crafted this with lots of care for yall. pls enjoy:
losing my mind over this
I’m going to upload this to youtube as an unlisted song and then add it to my dad’s playlist
@itsmaddienow I mean, it is very much already on youtube
5 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF SO CLAYBE LETS GO
happy seven years of claybe
woah
seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors
A small Stockholm apartment with a blue shaker kitchen
i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.
Tawanda Mulalu, “All We Got Was Autumn. All We Got Was Winter.” in Please Make Me Pretty, I Don’t Want to Die
Prometheus longs to be close to you
Prometheus Bound (1847), Thomas Cole / Close to You, Frank Ocean